Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Moldova and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Crime. All the underground hits.
All Joy Division tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Litter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Fad Gadget,
Stetsasonic,
The Move,
Stiv Bators,
Procol Harum,
Sugar Minott,
Ten City,
Spoonie Gee,
Letta Mbulu,
Buzzcocks,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Harry Pussy,
Gichy Dan,
Marshall Jefferson,
Roxy Music,
The Knickerbockers,
Babytalk,
The Pop Group,
Pantytec,
the Human League,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Buckinghams,
Cymande,
Masters at Work,
Dark Day,
Blake Baxter,
Nik Kershaw,
Lungfish,
the Bar-Kays,
Simply Red,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Stooges,
The Vogues,
Jeru the Damaja,
Negative Approach,
kango's stein massive,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Scott Walker,
The Birthday Party,
Cheater Slicks,
Unrelated Segments,
The Cramps,
Funky Four + One,
Reagan Youth,
Marvin Gaye,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Fortunes,
Crash Course in Science,
Barclay James Harvest,
Isaac Hayes,
Nation of Ulysses,
Animal Collective,
Tropical Tobacco,
Eve St. Jones,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Big Daddy Kane,
Oneida,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.